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Famous Siller Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Siller poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous siller poems. These examples illustrate what a famous siller poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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by Burns, Robert
...may betray thee.

I ken they scorn my low estate,
 But that does never grieve me;
For I’m as free as any he;
 Sma’ siller will relieve me.
I’ll count my health my greatest wealth,
 Sae lang as I’ll enjoy it;
I’ll fear nae scant, I’ll bode nae want,
 As lang’s I get employment.

But far off fowls hae feathers fair,
 And, aye until ye try them,
Tho’ they seem fair, still have a care;
 They may prove waur than I am.
But at twal’ at night, when the moon shines b...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...sty Miller,
 And his dusty sack;
Leeze me on the calling
 Fills the dusty peck:
Fills the dusty peck,
 Brings the dusty siller;
I wad gie my coatie
 For the dusty Miller....Read More

by Burns, Robert
...cquaintance, Nancy,
Since she is fitted to her fancy,
An’ her kind stars hae airted till her
gA guid chiel wi’ a pickle siller.
My kindest, best respects, I sen’ it,
To cousin Kate, an’ sister Janet:
Tell them, frae me, wi’ chiels be cautious,
For, faith, they’ll aiblins fin’ them fashious;
To grant a heart is fairly civil,
But to grant a maidenhead’s the devil.
An’ lastly, Jamie, for yoursel,
May guardian angels tak a spell,
An’ steer you seven miles south o’ hell:
B...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...Tam Glen!

There’s Lowrie the Laird o’ Dumeller—
 “Gude day to you, brute!” he comes ben:
He brags and he blaws o’ his siller,
 But when will he dance like Tam Glen!

My minnie does constantly deave me,
 And bids me beware o’ young men;
They flatter, she says, to deceive me,
 But wha can think sae o’ Tam Glen!

My daddie says, gin I’ll forsake him,
 He’d gie me gude hunder marks ten;
But, if it’s ordain’d I maun take him,
 O wha will I get but Tam Glen!

Yestreen at the V...Read More

by Burns, Robert,
 His fecket is white as the new-driven snaw;
His hose they are blae, and his shoon like the slae,
 And his clear siller buckles, they dazzle us a’.

For beauty and fortune the laddie’s been courtin;
 Weel-featur’d, weel-tocher’d, weel-mounted an’ braw;
But chiefly the siller that gars him gang till her,
 The penny’s the jewel that beautifies a’.

There’s Meg wi’ the mailen that fain wad a haen him,
And Susie, wha’s daddie was laird o’ the Ha’;
There’s lang-to...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...e November till October,
Ae market-day thou was na sober;
That ilka melder wi’ the Miller,
Thou sat as lang as thou had siller;
That ev’ry naig was ca’d a shoe on
The Smith and thee gat roarin’ fou on;
That at the L—d’s house, ev’n on Sunday,
Thou drank wi’ Kirkton Jean till Monday,
She prophesied that late or soon,
Thou wad be found, deep drown’d in Doon,
Or catch’d wi’ warlocks in the mirk,
By Alloway’s auld, haunted kirk.

 Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet,
To think...Read More

by Burns, Robert
 What can a young lassie do wi’ an auld man?
Bad luck on the penny that tempted my minnie
 To sell her puir Jenny for siller an’ lan’.
Bad luck on the penny that tempted my minnie
 To sell her puir Jenny for siller an’ lan’!

He’s always compleenin’ frae mornin’ to e’enin’,
 He hoasts and he hirples the weary day lang;
He’s doylt and he’s dozin, his blude it is frozen,—
 O dreary’s the night wi’ a crazy auld man!
He’s doylt and he’s dozin, his blude it is frozen,
 O dr...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...implicity and unaffected air,
 And a’ to be a Posie to my ain dear May.

The hawthorn I will pu’, wi’ its locks o’ siller gray,
Where, like an aged man, it stands at break o’ day;
But the songster’s nest within the bush I winna tak away
 And a’ to be a Posie to my ain dear May.

The woodbine I will pu’, when the e’ening star is near,
And the diamond draps o’ dew shall be her een sae clear;
The violet’s for modesty, which weel she fa’s to wear,
 And a’ to be a Posie ...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...ALTHO’ he has left me for greed o’ the siller,
 I dinna envy him the gains he can win;
I rather wad bear a’ the lade o’ my sorrow,
 Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him....Read More

by Burns, Robert
...the apple he’ll nourish the tree,
 It’s a’ for the hinny he’ll cherish the bee,
My laddie’s sae meikle in luve wi’ the siller,
 He canna hae luve to spare for me.

Your proffer o’ luve’s an airle-penny,
 My tocher’s the bargain ye wad buy;
But an ye be crafty, I am cunnin’,
 Sae ye wi anither your fortune may try.
Ye’re like to the timmer o’ yon rotten wood,
 Ye’re like to the bark o’ yon rotten tree,
Ye’ll slip frae me like a knotless thread,
 And ye’ll crack your ...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...gear will buy me rigs o’ land,
 And gear will buy me sheep and kye;
But the tender heart o’ leesome love,
 The gowd and siller canna buy;
We may be poor—Robie and I—
 Light is the burden love lays on;
Content and love brings peace and joy—
 What mair hae Queens upon a throne?”...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...O KEN ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten,
An’ ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten?
She gotten a coof wi’ a claut o’ siller,
And broken the heart o’ the barley Miller.

The Miller was strappin, the Miller was ruddy;
A heart like a lord, and a hue like a lady;
The laird was a widdifu’, bleerit knurl;
She’s left the gude fellow, and taen the churl.

The Miller he hecht her a heart leal and loving,
The lair did address her wi’ matter mair moving,
A fine pacing-horse...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...ring, gunpowder Blair.
But we winna mention Redcastle,
 The body, e’en let him escape!
He’d venture the gallows for siller,
 An ’twere na the cost o’ the rape.

But where is the Doggerbank hero,
 That made “Hogan Mogan” to skulk?
Poor Keith’s gane to hell to be fuel,
 The auld rotten wreck of a Hulk.
And where is our King’s Lord Lieutenant,
 Sae fam’d for his gratefu’ return?
The birkie is gettin’ his Questions
 To say in Saint Stephen’s the morn.

But mark ...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...nd maybe buttocks bare;
Oh chiels, just take my word on trust,
 A bonny kilt's the only wear.

'Twill save a lot of siller too,
 (And here a canny Scotsman speaks),
For one good kilt will wear you through
 A half-a-dozen pairs of breeks.
And how it's healthy in the breeze!
 And how it swings with saucy tilt!
How lassies love athletic knees
 Below the waggle of a kilt!

True, I just wear one in my mind,
 Since sent to school by Celtic aunts,
When girls would flip it up...Read More

by Soutar, William
...Cuddle-doun my bairnie
The dargie day is dune:
Yon’s a siller sternie
Ablow the siller mune.
Like a wabster body
Hingin on a threed
Far abune my laddie
In his wee creepie-bed. ...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...November till October,
Ae market-day thou was nae sober;
That ilka melder, wi' the miller,
Thou sat as lang as thou had siller;
That ev'ry naig was ca'd a shoe on,
The smith and thee gat roarin fou on;
That at the Lord's house, ev'n on Sunday,
Thou drank wi' Kirkton Jean till Monday.
She prophesied that, late or soon,
Thou would be found deep drowned in Doon;
Or catched wi' warlocks in the mirk,
By Alloway's auld haunted kirk.

Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet,
To t...Read More

by Stevenson, Robert Louis
...lad that lippened to me,
And bour-tree blossom is fair to see!

O' the bour-tree leaves I busked his bed,
The mune was siller, the dawn was red:
Was nae man there but him and me -
And bour-tree blossom is fair to see!

Unco weather hae we been through:
The mune glowered, and the wind blew,
And the rain it rained on him and me,
And bour-tree blossom is fair to see!

Dwelling his lane but house or hauld,
Aft he was wet and aft was cauld;
I warmed him wi' my briest and knee -
A...Read More

by Goose, Mother
...,Sealed it with her finger,Threw it in the damFor the dusty miller.Dusty was his coat,Dusty was the siller,Dusty was the kissI'd from the dusty miller.If I had my pocketsFull of gold and siller,I would give it allTo my dusty miller....Read More

by Wylie, Elinor' the turf is all sodden, 
An' lassies gae sad in their homespun an' hodden.

My silks are stiff wi' patterns o' siller,
I've an ermine hood like the hat o' a miller, 
I've chains o' coral like rowan berries, 
An' a cramoisie mantle that cam' frae Paris.

Ye'll be glad for the glint o' its scarlet linin' 
When the larks are up an' the sun is shinin'; 
When the winds are up an' ower the heather 
Your heart'll be gay wi' my gowden feather.

When the skies are low...Read More

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